• "Please..I can't die.".
    That was over an hour ago, right before the killer had decided to let her live, or at least for a while longer. Brooklyn was terrified. She had been hung by her wrists, which were stapled to the wall, two small metal poles sticking through them. Her feet were tied down and she couldn't move at all.
    The pain in her wrist's returned every couple seconds, causing her to let out loud screech's. This last one, in particular was too loud. Louder than the killer would have liked. Brooklyn shut her eyes as the man reentered the room, an ominous glare planted on his bloody and rampaging face. He was angry about something, and was probably going to kill her now. Brooklyn had began to stop caring. If she died she died, no more pain. If she lived well...she wasn't sure she wanted to live, but she still felt the need to plead for her life.

    She opened one eye and watched the man closely. He had somebody else with him! Brooklyn couldn't see who though, it was too dark. The figure was jerked forward onto a table, the killer had a large knife in his hand. The knife was pushed downward into the other victims arm, thus forcing the victim to scream. It was a girls scream..not any girls though..it was Melanie's. He was killing Melanie! Brooklyn's best friend was going to die right in front of her and she couldn't do anything to help it. Or could she? "Please. she can't die..kill me..not her, let her go please!". She cried, tears poured down her cheeks, making their way into her wounds leaving Brooklyn with a couple stings and small pains. The killer looked up and walked over to where Brooklyn was, shoving Melanie along the whole way. He stood in front of her and frowned, slapping Melanie and Brooklyn across the face. He left Melanie on the floor, her arms and legs were tied up firmly and she had blood coming from her arm. The hole was deep, and was probably going to get infected sooner or later. That..though, was not what they were thinking about. They both had their eyes set on a lone specimen that was dropped onto the counter only three feet from where they were locked up.


    The knife. The bloody knife. Their answer to life. Brooklyn looked to her friend with a hopeful smile. Melanie was crying hard and in a lot of pain, but despite everything, she pushed herself forward. She turned her back to the counter and stood up, letting out a large groan as she grabbed the knife and rushed it through the tape between her hands. Once she was free, she held her arm and rushed over to Brooklyn, trying her hardest to help her out of the trap she was placed in. She started at her hands, then her feet. Brooklyn hopped from the trap and examined her wrists. They looked pretty bad, both had extremely large holes in each of them, lucky they stopped bleeding awhile ago. Then, what they both had been dreading. Footsteps. They ducked down and hid behind one of the large boxes with who knows what inside. It smelled horrible, and Brooklyn, being the curious person she was, peeked inside disgusted with what she saw. Bloody arms lay inside the box, all appearing to be right sided. Brooklyn ducked back down and out a hand over her mouth, letting out a soft disgusted cry.


    The man wondered around, but thankfully, was busy with another bloody customer. They both recoiled at the screams, sneaking out from behind the box and into the open, it was daytime, which made both happy, They haven't seen daylight in three weeks. They haven't eaten either, only got occasional sips of dirty lake water and ..well..blood. They ran as far as they could, hoping to find the car they arrived there in. Brooklyn finally spotted an old truck that belonged to their friend Joseph. Brooklyn remembered seeing him dragged into the forest by the killer, but she didn't know what happened to him. Melanie took a head start towards the truck, Brooklyn following behind. They jumped into the car, Brooklyn at the wheel. She tried desperately to start the car, looking for a key or something that could resemble one and hopefully fit into the slot. While Brooklyn had been searching for the key, Melanie kept watch, staring in total dismay she saw Joseph, and the killer. Joseph was held hostage, as a bribe for the girls to return. Melanie tapped Brooklyn's shoulder she looked up, ogling at Joseph with a frown.

    They couldn't leave him..but then again..they would die if they went back. Brooklyn and Melanie both had different plans. "Brooke, if we get back in time we call for help.". Melanie said, she was all for leaving Joseph there, though she still was reluctant with her words.
    "True..but what if he kills him before we get there?".
    Melanie shrugged and let a tear fall from her eye as Joseph struggled to wave at them. He had bruises all over his face and cuts all along his arms. He looked horrible, and seemed to be telling them to help. He never was one to say 'leave me save yourselves'. Brooklyn couldn't take it, she had to do something, with or without Melanie. "I'm going to help him, I don't know about you but I can't leave without him.". Melanie followed Brooklyn out of the car reluctantly. They both stood there, waiting for something to come across their minds, something they could do to get the killer to hand Joseph over.

    "What do you want?". Melanie asked..well screamed. They were sure to keep their distance from the killer. He didn't respond. He actually hadn't talked to either of them the whole five weeks they spent here. Brooklyn could have sworn she saw stitches sown across the top of his mouth one day, so she suspected for him not to speak either way. They both stood there motionless and speechless. Finally, after what seemed like the longest and most intense situation in their lives, he pointed at Brooklyn, and made a small gesture telling her to come over. Melanie looked at her with a sigh. Brooklyn frowned but did what she was 'told'. Anything for her friends. Anything. Once she was within three feet, he reached out a grabbed her hand. Brooklyn didn't believe it, he wanted her finger. But it was a small price to pay for a friends life, so she nodded hesitantly. A knife rose from the mans pocket, he lifted it in the air and Brooklyn looked to both of her friends with a tear falling from her eye. The man released Joseph. Bad idea. The boy pushed the killer just as he was about to make the cut, he fell to the floor and they all made a run for the car. Melanie jumped into the drivers seat and Brooklyn squeezed into the passengers seat with Joseph. Joseph handed Melanie the key and they were off towards..what they hoped to be..safety.